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20 July 2008 @ 12:47 pm
[TM] Discuss an individual who has scared you.  

Based on RP events; timeline wise, it corresponds to hpsws.

When I was younger I wasn't afraid of a lot of things. At least I don't remember being afraid of things, or people, because I had no reason to be. I felt safe. Very, very safe. I wasn't the type that would run to Gran because I heard something in the middle of the night, and I didn't really seek out my godfather so he could check the closets for any monster that could be lurking by. I was the type that would go and see for myself what that noise was, and the monsters just intrigued me. I could try and get out of this the easy way by saying Victoire scared me by how well we seemed to fit together, and how quickly I fell in love with her, but that isn't true. I have never been afraid of her, or the way I felt towards her. I just ... I wasn't scared, of anything.

And then the war happened.

My life has been so different since then. I don't know if they realize it, but almost a year ago the war started. Almost a year ago I got a chance to meet my parents for the first time, along with many others that are now family. Also, almost a year go I got to meet people that wanted nothing but make our side lose. They wanted to gain advantage over us, and they did everything they could to win the war. They didn't, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be here, but, well...

Someone that has scared me is Fenrir Greyback. Not Voldemort. Not Dolohov, even if he was there as well. Not ... anyone. Long story short, Greyback was the one that did it. I think it's the fact that I knew what he had done to my father, and I knew he could have done the same to me, and... I don't know what it is. He terrified me in a way that nothing ever had. I don't know why. I just-- I still remember that howling laughter that he had. With Dolohov it was easy - a Crucio or his stupid spell and the routine would be the same. But Fenrir, he was different. It just was.

I don't know if I'll ever know why he had that ... effect on me. I don't want to think about it anymore, actually, which is why I haven't told anyone this but I am still not completely out of that basement. Almost, but not completely. Once I'm out, though, I hope when I think about him I won't feel that same sinking feeling that makes the hair on the back of my neck shoot up. I'm so tired of that sensation.

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